Most days, I’m successful in navigating the emotional mines floating in my life with prayer, persistence and Prozac. I can’t deny the feelings, but I can also refuse to deify them. They are not my God, but bio-chemicals, sub-conscious reactions or, perhaps, the pizza I ate before bed.
So, I find myself paraphrasing Civil War Admiral Farragut’s order as his 18-ship fleet sailed into the heavily-mined port of New Orleans: “Damn the emotions! Full speed ahead!” [Continue reading]